Some things you just can't ease back into. I know because I tried once.
It was the summer between 5th and 6th grade and baseball season was already over. I was spending all day indoors reading and watching a lot of tv. Drinking Sprite and eating Fruit Rollups. Certain things I had to catch on tv every day. In fact, I remember making a point to watch the evening news to see how many consecutive 90 degree plus days we'd had. Long story short, I was getting fat and lazy. And I was looking for excuses to stay that way.
One sunny day I decided to "exercise" and "get in shape." Not sure what that meant, I tried some short sprints up and down the driveway. Probably 25 yards give or take. Sadly, I couldn't cover the distance without getting winded.
Next, I took a jumprope out of the garage and gave that a shot. Though I was a particularly poor jumproper, for a hot minute I found a rhythm. I imagined being a boxer in training. The sweat was pouring.
Then my feet got knotted with the rope and I came to a clumsy stop. I was panting. I felt ill. C'mon, I told myself, you have barely begun. So I started again. This time I went for the infamous "double under" and the rope whipped my leg and I fell to the ground in exhaust and shame.
As I lay gasping, practically wheezing, in the drive I decided to never again be so slovenly. And it's turned out alright I guess.
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